[b]Paul Richards| Kings Cross[/b]
Paul was tired, the whole night he had gotten woken up by his mother making sure he had everything packed. As he walked through kings cross station, Paul did his best to not yawn as he walked. "Paul are you sure you have everything?" his mother asked as she lead him to the platform. "Yeah Ma I have everything." he said slightly annoyed, not at his mother so much but at his father for not showing up. "Paul no need to snap at me." his mother said sternly. With a sigh Paul smiled "I'm sorry ma." he said as his mother stopped at a pillar and motions to said pillar with her hands. "Well here we are...quickly now" she said as she noticed the blank face of her son. "whats wrong Paul?" she asked sightly concerned, after a second of confusion Paul responds "That is a brick pillar ma...What do you want me to bang my head against it?." he said emphasizing the brick pillar "actually if it gets rid of my headache sure why not." he said slightly annoyed. as his mother looked at him with an amused face "Silly boy its magic, just run at it and you get to the platform." she said with a smile as she walked into the pillar. after a second of stunned silence he rushes after her with his stuff.

	After a tearful goodbye from his mother Paul stepped onto the train. as he walked the hall way he tried to find a place to sit, most of the cars were full, save for one with two people talking inside. one seemed to be trying to communicate to the other, unsure if they would be friendly he knocked on the window.